Chapter 9 (2/2)

Fruys continued to stay silent, but he gracefully alighted on the

rooftop.

I tilted my head and pressed my lips to the scales on his neck. My voice was m.u.f.fled as I spoke with difficulty: “Fruu…”

I thought the dragon race was very strange. They only wanted the daughters of kings and lords and n.o.body else, but I ought to respect their culture. I thus tried to explain to him: “Fruys, my father really did only have sons…but if you’re still angry then I have no one else to give you but myself. Is that okay?”

When I said this, Fruys finally turned his head around with reluctance and met my gaze, before giving out another “hmph.”

I instantly felt relieved, knowing that his anger subsided. Tightening my arms around him affectionately, I exclaimed, “Fruu, you’re the best. You really are the strongest and coolest dragon I’ve ever met!”

I figured that everything I said wasn’t a lie; after all, I had only met one dragon in my entire life.

Two streams of air once again puffed out of Fruys’s nostrils, but I could clearly see the faint pride in his ice blue and frigid eyes.

I thought to myself that the wandering poet had been right. Dragons were indeed very proud and vain creatures.

Figuring that the two of us had made up, I stopped holding back—and got carried away by utter happiness as a result: I nuzzled, licked, and even lightly bit the scales of his neck. It was all purely on instinct and without any reason.

The neck is the weak point of all living creatures, so when one is willing to give full control of their own neck to another, it represents their trust in each other.

When I thought back to my actions and how he let me do whatever I wanted later on, I concluded that Fruys trusted me intimately.

I barely nipped him twice when a pair of claws made me fall over, and I was enveloped by his large shadow. Fruys loomed over me as he began to lick my face and neck in retaliation, even grazing my lower jaw and the side of my neck with his incredibly sharp fangs.

“F-Fruu…” Slightly afraid and panicky, I shut my eyes and tried to push him away, but could not budge him even a millimeter.

He had easily pushed me over like I was a piece of paper, but when I tried to push him away, it was as difficult as moving a small mountain.

I quietly called his name pleadingly: “Fruu… stop playing around…”

It was then that I felt the weight on my body lighten, and I was picked up and thrown onto his back.

As we weaved through the clouds with me hugging Fruu’s neck tightly, I believed that all was good between us now.

The wind was fierce at this high alt.i.tude, so I lowered my body and pressed myself flat against Fruys while I laughed.

Without thinking, I suddenly blurted out the reason for this entire affair and my own personal wish—

“Fruu, don’t leave me, okay?”

The wind was so strong that I couldn’t tell if he heard me.

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